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   And the Beat Went On

   By Adrian Mailenna The beat went on, boom-boom-boom-de-boom.  It echoed
across the room, each beat an explosion that blasted the masterpiece of the
moment into our souls.  There were a hundred other bodies of pure adrenalin
pulsing in the darkness, and yet only one mattered, the lithe, glorious
girl dancing with me, a study in enchanting, almost-feline sexuality that
welcomed my hands and ground her hips against mine.  I whispered into her
ear, and she slid into my motions, teasing me with the smooth play of her
muscles.  "Yes, mister, she breathed, playfully obedient.  "I'm ready for
you." Her back arched at my words, pressing her hips against mine, and her
gaze fell to my hands, dark chocolate against her milky skin and smooth,
black leather.  She saw the brass-capped olivewood I held, shivering, and
let my hands slide down her gyrating body.  The switchblade hissed open,
tracing the crease of her rear, Italian steel on Italian leather, and left
a smooth cut in the seam between her thighs.  Her purr rewarded me when I
refolded the knife and caressed her newly-exposed flesh.  She was just as
excited as I was, I found, and just as eager, reaching back to unzip my
pants, slip her silk-skinned hand within, and offer a squeeze.  A little
snarl escaped my throat as I pulled her firmly against me, slipping into
her body's tight, intimate embrace.  Her panting matched the music as we
danced, grinding against one another in our trance.  As the beat quickened
into a howl of desire, I felt her climax, like the kisses of the sun, and
plunged completely into her body, drinking in the shriek of delight that
bound the slowing music and our lust as one.

   And the beat went on, boom-boom-boom-de-boom.

   -- Copyright 2004 Adrian Mailenna.

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